Motel

"Contract Marriage with the Devil Billionaire" follows Emma Caldwell, whose perfect wedding day turns into a nightmare when her fiancé, Alexander Knight, stands her up at the altar. Devastated and humiliated, she flees to a nearby town in search of her estranged sister, only to find herself alone in a run-down motel. There, she meets Andrian Blackwood, a cold and enigmatic billionaire who offers her an unconventional proposal—a contract marriage. Desperate and broken, Emma accepts, unaware that this marriage will entangle her in a world of power, deceit, and dark secrets. Andrian, a man of mystery with a ruthless reputation, harbors his own tragic past. As Emma’s life becomes more intertwined with Andrian’s, she discovers the devastating truth behind Alexander’s betrayal—it was no accident. Andrian’s influence runs deeper than she could have imagined, and soon, she finds herself caught in a dangerous game of power and revenge. Torn between her unresolved feelings for Alexander and the growing attraction to Andrian, Emma must navigate a web of lies, manipulation, and family secrets. As she unravels the truth about the men in her life, Emma is faced with a choice: remain in a marriage built on lies, or risk everything to uncover the truth and reclaim her life. In this tale of love, betrayal, and dark desires, Emma’s journey is just beginning. With each twist and turn, her world is rocked, and she must decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice for love and truth.

The Protector: Xander Knight, the 28-year-old CEO of Shining Knights motel chains, is also the leader of one of the most ruthless Mafia groups on the northern side of the United States. The motels spread across the United States; they started in northern New York, then made their way toward the southern end of the United States, Florida, and then moved west toward California. His father was killed in the big war going on between the Italian Mafia and the Scarlet Rose. Xander Knight has been craving something new and isn't sure what he wants. He has been messing around with Magnolia Patrova for the last few months, and he isn't feeling her anymore. He wants something that can’t have. The Orphan: Skylar is a 19-year-old inspiring writer. Skylar has wanted to be a writer since she was little. The more Skylar read as she got older, she started to love reading fantasy and hot spicy romance novels. Skylar sometimes wishes that she could be in the world that she reads about. She tries to write books on the side while working at a run-down motel in Maine. Until one day the motel had to file for bankruptcy and lay off all of their employees. After a few weeks of being unemployed, she used the rest of her money to move to New York City to start a new life.

Motel tua di pedesaan milik kakek Hasya,menjadi tempat tinggal sementara,untuk Hasya dan teman-teman nya dalam berlibur sambil mengerjakan praktik tugas akhir sekolah sebelum kelulusan. Selain gelak tawa dan kebahagiaan yang sudah di pastikan melengkapi susana liburan,siapa sangka hal misterius itu terjadi. Sosok Pria tampan yang tidak di ketahui asal usul nya menghuni motel menemani keseharian mereka,satu persatu kejadian aneh berdatangan,semakin lama tinggal semakin banyak hal yang membuat tanda tanya dalam benak mereka. Gangguan,kebahagiaan,kebingungan,Kenyamanan,Salah paham,Tumbuh nya rasa suka dan Masih banyak lagi hal tak terduga di Motel Edelweiss.

Robin, Micheal, Skylar and Destiny all live together in a motel that they call home. They all have the same mother. Their mother abandoned them when their younger sister, Destiny, was born. Luckily Robin was eighteen so she could take care of her younger siblings. Now eight years later and they are doing somewhat good. Lets hope they keep it up when their mother comes back to town!

"What? I have a grandpa, and he left me an inheritance?” Luck could not contain his excitement at all. No more worrying about rent or money. He could finally play games all day.Not like he wasn't doing that already. “Thanks a lot, Grandpa! I'm not sure what your name is, but I hope you're doing well in heaven. I promise I'll take care of your... hard-earned property.” But then, reality hit him hard. This wasn't some mansion or a stack of cash. Nope, he got himself a sorry excuse of a motel in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, who would ever want to stay here? Just looking at its terrible condition and awful location, he doubted he'd attract even a single guest. “Is there even internet out here?”

A group of friends go on a road trip and come upon a strange looking motel they decide to stop for the night and check in. They agree it’s best to get separate rooms #108, #109, #110, #111, #112 and #113 later on they get a chilling feeling like something doesn’t seem right. They start to hear weird noises coming from outside their rooms such as; knife scratching on the hall walls, noises in the vents and other strange sounds. As the night continues things seem to get even more strange they keep hearing someone humming ring around the rosies which makes them grow more scared. Not thinking much of it they continue with their night but it turns gruesome and they realize why the Motel was named “The Red Motel”.

??????? ?? Ｔｈｅ Ｈｅｌｌ Ｍｏｔｅｌ Author Last Checked In: 15/12/19 Word Count So Far: 2,574/50,000 Next Chapter: In Progress ━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━ "When are you gonna fix that damn sign? Ever since the 'S' fell off, we've had more escorts come in here than the actual brothel" It has only been 32 years since the artificial-lemon-scented rooms were first available to stay in, and surprisingly there has only been 17 murders, 3 attempted arson attacks and a lost cat. Most of our guests tend to bring quite a lot of baggage with them, but it is our duty to aid and protect them - should they need our help. Did I mention that in 2 months a battle between the gods is scheduled to break out in our parking lot? I guess that's what happens when you mix cocky demons and immortals. Care to take a tour whilst our motel still stands? Unless of course, you are scared of a little blood...which is definitely not the best (or worst) thing you will find here.

Young Zhou Lin was just an ordinary office worker at a programming company. He worked hard for several months straight to get a few weeks off. When that happened, he just spent the entire vacation hanging out all day and sleeping with prostitutes. But he didn't know that his life would change forever during one night. He and the woman in his arms forgot the world and drowned in pleasure. A meteor shower fell on Earth and caused worldwide destruction. One of these meteors landed right on top of the motel where Zhou Lin was having his night of pleasure. ... One hundred and fifty years after the world disaster, a powerful and strange person appeared in the world. He was nicknamed The Mutant Farmer. Welcome to the Apocalyptic World of Mutant Creatures

Her hands wandered up from my waist to my face, holding it tightly, but gently at the same time. Our eyes locked, staring into each other's souls in the dimly lit motel room. My breath hitched, breaking from the spell, as the feel of her lips brushed against my own. "God, how the hell did we end up here?" She asked me, as a smirk began to form on my lips. I brushed my nose against her's, biting my bottom lip a bit. "I'm not exactly sure, but I'm definitely not complaining." I mumbled to her, as she scoffed and rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Yeah well, let's be glad we were able to find a motel away from everyone, or my parents may kill me." She giggled, as her fingers ran through my dark, curly hair. "Well yeah, a lot of Christian families don't exactly agree to homosexuality." I joked, but she quickly shut me up with her lips melting against my own. *** Fayola Abbas, a simple African-American girl starting her senior year of high school. Her post-high school plan?: To get as far away from the place with her two best friends. But, her plans may have come to a halt when a new girl arrive. Fayola had been lucky enough to grow up with a family that loves and accepts her, no matter who she dates or is attracted to. But the one girl Fayola begins to fall head-over-heels for doesn't have the same luck. Will Fayola have to fall out of her deep crush or will she continue to purse this forbidden lover?

A man finds a strange journal in a run-down motel belonging to a master of the mystical arts who falls into madness

While tracking a most recent target for elimination, a wealthy veteran hitman finds himself crossing paths with a troubled teenage runaway turned streetwalker in the late hours of the night when conducting business at a sleazy roadside motel in the middle of nowhere.

He was walking so fast, I couldn’t catch up with him. Is this how to give someone a walk? He has long legs and I can’t compare. I already told him countless times to slow down but he just said if I can’t walk along without nagging, then I should go in and take a nap. That’s rude! The next thing, he’s humming a song. Now, tell me who’s making the noise – or better still, nagging? I stood and wait to catch my breath. Hoping he would stop, no, he continued. I just told him am going to pee and he didn’t show approval. I left on my own but along the way, something pierce into my foot – underneath my cheap converse sneaker like a needle. I wince and bend over to check on it. Seriously? A pin? Damn this pin! If not for my weak sneaker sole, it’d had cause a serious damage on my foot. As I took it off, I heard someone’s phone ringing from afar me – behind. It was Harry’s. I pause to eavesdrop. And this was what I heard. “How many? Two would be enough. Send them over to my hotel - presidential suite. Thank you.” Who was he talking with and who are the people he sent for? And another thing, why the mention of a HOTEL? I know good things don’t usually happens there. I’ve never ever being to a hotel or motel before but I have clue that it’s all about something lusty.

The only business the Lyderwood Courtyard Motel gets are those who are more than eager to rest, in more ways than one. Desperate and tired people flock to the almost abandoned Lyderwood for the famous “suicide spot” and the mystifying lore behind it for a chance at an entertaining final rest in the town. Amongst the Courtyard’s inhabitants is the young Genevieve, a 19 year old girl on the outs with her family for being gay. She came to Lyderwood to find the same thing as everyone else, a solution to her problems. Instead, she uncovers a truth that leads her to questions she didn’t think to ask. Where did everyone in town go? How was Lyderwood claiming so many victims? Why was nobody stopping them? Why was the Courtyard still in business and how? As Genevieve explores, she doesn’t know if she wants to die anymore, and she isn’t understanding why there is so much pressure for her to do so. Something is amiss, and it’s not the mildew covered hallways of the Courtyard Motel. _____________ DISCLAIMER: Cover image is not mine, found on Pinterest and edited. All writing is mine. All characters and ideas are purely fictional and any resemblances to real people or previously written works is purely coincidental. P.S. Not male leading, there is no female leading realistic genre category which is kind of sexist but ok. Enjoy!

Chelsie Gray is 19 and can't stay under the roof with her snobby abusive father any longer. But she doesn't want to leave because her father, Henry Gray, better known as Mr. Gray is a multi-millionaire and she has nowhere else to go. Chelsie's mother, Carrie Foster, left 5 years ago after a fight with Mr. Gray. She promised Chelsie she would return in the morning for her and her little sister Hailey, but she never came back. Ever since Carrie left, Mr. Gray has beaten, raped and abused Chelsie. Chelsie finally decides to leave when the unexpected happens. She steals money from Mr. Gray's vault and she leaves with Hailey. Where are they going to stay, hotels, motels, abandoned houses? Everything changes when the one and only Nick Hart comes to her rescue. He takes both Chelsie and Hailey in and provides Chelsie with a nice office job. Can Chelse hide from Mr. Gray forever or will he get someone to find her? Everything seems too good to be true. Read Chasing Gray to find out the full story.

Tim Roberts believes his life is about to turn itself around. Tim has received a minor scholarship for the elite school Waterford Academy for the High Arts in the eastern coast of the Wottalian Republic. Here in Waterford, they train the next generation of Champions to protect the Earth from those that seek to harm it! Or at least that is how their slogan goes. It has been a few decades since any beings from the Duat invaded Earth and mortals with their short lives has mostly forgotten their horrors. The prestigious Academies around the world that once trained mighty heroes has now become a place for the different orders, guilds, and countries to find talents to recruit then use, to fight one another for control of the Mortal Worlds. Tim doesn’t want fame or fortune, he only wants a diverse set of skills aimed at making a stabler way of life. His current aim was to complete the Intelligence Officer program and hopefully get a good hero to work with or maybe a quiet corporation. On his way to Waterford, a disturbance happens near the motel he’s staying in. While Tim was trying out the shiny new uniform from the academy, someone blasts his door open, picks him up, forcibly inserts something at the base of his nape, gives him a slip of paper, throws him out the window and then systematically destroys the whole building- -by blowing it up The last thing he heard before Tim lost consciousness was: “... get better hardware kid!” ________________________________________________ Image does not belong to me.

Kim is a hard working man, did everything for his girlfriend until he found her cheating on him at a motel. He met this young handsome boy and had a one night stand with him. But the next morning he ran away without knowing his name or who he really is. Little does he know he is the boss of the highest mafia gang. And he's searching for him.

The sex was wild and passionate, like nothing Emily had ever experienced before. She felt alive, free, and utterly reckless. As the sun began to rise, Emily lay tangled up in the stranger's arms, feeling more alive than she ever had before. But as she looked at him, really looked at him, she realized that she didn't even know his name. "I want you, Emily," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want you to join me in my world, to be a part of something bigger than yourself." CHAPTER 1: Emily had always been a good girl. She followed the rules, got good grades, and never caused trouble. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted to do something reckless, something wild. She found herself at a bar she had never been to before, watching the crowd as they danced and laughed. She felt out of place, like she didn't belong there. But then she saw him. He was tall and dark, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jaw. He had a dangerous look about him, a hint of trouble that made Emily's heart race. He caught her eye and made his way over to her. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. Emily hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should trust this stranger. But then she looked into his eyes and felt a spark of something she had never felt before. "Sure," she said, smiling nervously. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. Emily found herself laughing and flirting without a care in the world. The stranger seemed to understand her in a way that no one else ever had. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer. They danced together, their bodies pressed together in a way that made Emily's head spin. Before she knew it, they were stumbling out of the bar and into the cool night air. The stranger hailed a taxi and they climbed in, his hand resting on her thigh as they rode to a seedy motel on the outskirts of the city. Emily knew she should be scared, but she couldn't help but feel excited. She had never been with a bad boy before, never done something so wild and reckless. Inside the motel room, they tore off each other's clothes in a frenzy of desire. The sex was unlike anything Emily had ever experienced before. It was raw and passionate, like they were both trying to lose themselves in the moment. As the sun began to rise, Emily lay tangled up in the stranger's arms, feeling more alive than she ever had before. But as she looked at him, really looked at him, she realized that she didn't even know his name. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The stranger smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You can call me Jack," he said, pulling her closer. Emily knew she should be worried, but she couldn't help the way her heart raced at the sound of his voice. She was in deep, and she didn't even know it. When she looked up, she saw Jack standing over her, a smirk on his lips. "Miss me?" he asked. Emily couldn't believe it. Jack had been following her, watching her every move. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure of what to do next. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I want you, Emily," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want you to join me in my world, to be a part of something bigger than yourself." Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that Jack was dangerous, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She had tasted something new and exciting with him, and she wasn't sure she could go back to her old life. "What do I have to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack smiled, his eyes glinting with the promise of adventure. "Just follow me," he said, extending his hand.

My wife had become increasingly distant, her behavior erratic, and she would often go out with friends and return home at odd hours. Her phone was her sanctuary, which she guarded fiercely. I had a gut-wrenching feeling that she was being unfaithful, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch her in the act. That's when I stumbled upon Grayhathacks Contractor, a team of professional hackers who specialize in investigating matters of infidelity. The process was swift and straightforward. They requested some basic information about Rachel's phone and her daily routines, which I provided with a heavy heart. I had to be meticulous in my details, describing her habits such as her favorite coffee shop where she'd often go to 'work' on her laptop, the secret password she used for her phone among other details. Their service was impeccable. Within a few hours, they had infiltrated Rachel's phone and installed an undetectable spyware that would allow me to monitor her messages, calls, location, and even her social media accounts. The software was so sophisticated that it didn't drain her battery or cause any glitches that would raise suspicion. The first few days were agonizing as I waited for any signs of deceit, but the evidence I gathered was chilling. She had been meeting her ex-boyfriend, at a motel just outside of town. The spyware provided me with the exact dates, times, and even the exact location where they were staying. I could see their flirty texts, the lovey-dovey emojis, and the incriminating photos they exchanged. But what was most disturbing was Rachel's level of deception. She had gone to great lengths to cover her tracks. She would delete messages and call logs, and even change her phone's settings to prevent any notifications from her ex from reaching her lock screen. It was like watching a masterclass in infidelity, and she had done it all right under my nose. Grayhathacks Contractor also provided me with a detailed report of her whereabouts. I could see the exact moments she lied to me about her whereabouts, the hours she spent with Michael, and the clandestine meetings she arranged when she thought I was out of town. It was a crushing realization, but I needed to know the truth. When I finally gathered the courage to confront her, I had irrefutable proof of her betrayal. The look on her face said it all. She had been caught red-handed, and she knew it. The truth was out, and it was disgusting. She had betrayed me in the worst possible way. The service they provide is not for the faint of heart, but for those who suspect their partner of infidelity and need concrete evidence, I can't recommend Grayhathacks Contractor enough. They gave me the tools to uncover the harsh reality and, ultimately, make the right decision for my life. Contact Email grayhathacks@contractor.net